.: Boys :.

...are not completely yucky. Atleast not at the moment.

I was just thinking today of how many great friends I have esp of the male persuasion that I love and respect. And who love and respect me. Woot.

So I don't despise the penii so much... today.

(Devon - if you're good and get me karaoke-izing and drunky...we'll do another audioblog!)

.: Early Morning :.

I don't know if I should even bother with the sleep stuff tonight. I've so much to do. To pack. To make sure bidness is all wrapped up whilst I am gone... Then this morning is going to be jam packed too. I haven't been sleeping well the last few nights at anyrate. I suppose I'll just have a nice little nap on my way down to New Orleans...

You, my dear readers, won't miss me much as I'll be bringing down ole laptop (Can someone think of a name for my lil guy?) down to the NO. Doing this as a favor to the Real Deal Neal. I owe him big time! And ma new camera...bringing that too. Well document a trip finally...

Ack back to work.

Probably did not help that I bothered going to Images. But it was soooo worth it. Miss Lesley makes my month :) She is such a riot... especially on her birthday which was tonight. I owe her one too!

laters skaters...

.: Should Be Sleeping :.

I've got to be up in a few short hours.

Getting this long hair cut OFF by noon.

All this hair will be gone in a few hours. I'd spent a chunk of my day today in a salon getting my hair dyed in preparation for the cut this morning. Color! I finally have streaks of color in my hair again. Red. You can barely see it at the moment but the cut will bring it out more.

I remember the first time I color streaked my hair. Bleached out chunks at my hair place at UofI. It was in celebration of getting into the band. I'd seen it in a British fashion mag a while before and Selling Spice was the perfect excuse for me to rock out my hair.

So I guess I've had color in my hair well before I'd started Swing Dancing even. That stopped last year. That last time I'd gotten it done up in color it lbooked like flames. Hedds says it made me look like a rooster.

I still need to be up in a few hours.

But I can't sleep. Perhaps its too soon after Fizz. Perhaps its that I'm trying to think of that song I'd heard in the salon today that I'd wanted to blog. Perhaps I'm a bit frustrated that WH is all broke. Maybe its thinking of New Orleans. Or even Hawaii. Suffice to say I've quite a bit to think about in the next few days.

I maybe going to Mardi Gras. My first one. I'll get to see The Real Deal Neal the first time in a long ass time. I'll definitely be going to Hawaii AND I'm in charge of finding flights, rental cars and condos for my family.

But I just remembered that song... My Italian boss at a restaurant used to sing itto me just to try to rile me up:

Coldplay - Yellow

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you

.: Brain Talk :.

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Originally uploaded by MarkFitz.

I'm probably not completely comprehending this post from tdj as well as I will in the morning. However, without the recent brain stuff I've been reading this would have been mush.

I was just explaining why I like reading this junk. Do I believe in this stuff, he asks. I kind of have to. Its this faith, belief that I've to look into...it kinda makes sense to study up on neuro stubstances that affect my thinking, learning and feeling. It fascinating to think that these afflictions of the brain or its chemicals can so dramatically or even quite simply change the world around me. hmm.. kinda like teaching, I'm learning a new of looking at something I already do. I don't want to depreciate my skills and talents. ever. yet things change.

My "lite" reading really is nothing compared to these studies that I really wish I could really understand. Perhaps even more reading?

.: From the Outside :.

I saw a big furry squirrel.

No shit.

On this freezing day in Chicago, I saw some dude dressed up as a big fucking squirrel. He was sitting against an abandoned building, like he was waiting for the next bus. (I rode the El in a a full bunny costume.) I would have sworn it was me just revisiting my costumed days. Then the driver of the car in which I was riding saw it too and busted out laughing. A big furry squirrel then waved at me. I was dyin' and regreting I did not have my camera right then.

This inspired to me to dredge up an old story of my being a Banana:

So at one of street festivals, that had concerts and FOUR beer dispensaries around said concert area, I was assaulted. Too bad I wasn't in a peanut suit **rim shot**

Some drunk **** dragged me back by the top of my banana peel. He was trying to get my attention. He was following me and my fellow Banana Man (yeah there are a bunch of us **another rim shot**) around all day tryin to get free samples or giveaway items.

So I spun around to see this guy with his friend, both holding plastic glasses of Miller High Life, and smiling impishishly. I looked the hairy beast in the eye, the one that wasn't wandering and said: That, sir, was rude and YOU are drinking ****TY beer!! I hooked my arm with my Banana Man pal and walked back towards the Jamba Juice tent...

Damn. I kinda miss hiding behind a stupid costume...

.: To Miss Ruby Red in Regards..:.

...to you not having your comments working, damnbit. Is it a red head thing? **peering at MK**

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I too have spent my time in fear while in the world of Math. No longer! I'm breaking my chains by going back to square one. Yes, by punning into math. No. by seriously exploring arithmatics again.

And researching how the brain takes in information. Two books to consider for your endless list. Mind Sculpture: Unlocking Your Brain's Untapped Potential by Roberston. Incredibly cheezy whiz title but interesting stuff. Also, On Intelligence: How a New Understanding of the Brain Will Lead to the Creation of Truly Intelligent Machines by Jeff Hawkins. *phew* In the thick of it at the moment but I'd recommend it at this point...

.: fuck :.

Happy Valentine's ma bitches... even you suckers.

.: Sore :.

I'm feeling my age or something.

Sure, I danced quite a bit at JJ. Then again maybe its the 2mi walk to the Clipper afterwards. So hurtin'. That seems to be the thread through most of my entries lately. I gotta change that this year. Its all probably in my head. Still my body is wrecked.

Going to the Clipper was worth the adventure... One of the last two songs we'd heard preformed by the Deep Chicago Rythym Owls was "Save The Bones For Henry Jones." We'd heard it earlier at JJ. I even remember performing a version this song in choir class long ago in high school. I bet I wouldn't have been hurtin this bad back then.

Save The Bones For Henry Jones

We’re gonna have a supper
We’ll eat some food that’s rare
And at the head of the table
We’ll place brother Henry’s chair
Invite all the local big dogs
We’ll laugh and talk and eat
But we’ll save the bones for Henry Jones
‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat

Today I’ll go to market
Buy up a lotta fish
Well, that will thrill brother Henry
‘Cause fish is his special dish
Get a large can of molasses
Have something really sweet
But we’ll save the bones for Henry Jones
‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat

Henry is not a drinker
He rarely takes a nip
He don’t need a napkin
‘Cause the things he eats don’t drip – blip!
One day we had a banquet
It really was a bake
They started off with short ribs
Then finished off with steak
But when the feast was over
Brother Henry just kept his seat
And we served the bones to Henry Jones
‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat

Our banquet was most proper
Right down to demitasse
From soup to lox and bagels
And pheasant under glass – class!
We thought the chops were mellow
He said his chops were beat – reet!
We served the bones to Henry Jones
‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat
He’s an egg man
Henry don’t eat no meat
He loves a pullet
Henry don’t eat no meat
A vegetarian
Henry?
Coming mother!
Soup’s on

.: a-busy a-dancin' :.

I just have to mention a few things cause I'm dog tired and I wanna finish this chapter in Everyday Math for Everyday Life. I'm going to lick this math phobia yet. Slow going but its going.

Speaking of learnin'.... First Swing I class in Evanston. Fred and I were very happy with it. That and I love seeing lightbulbs... I hope to see more in the following weeks.

Had a very, um, intelligent conversation with LKLIII at GDS tonight. Wait, GDS- haven't been there for a long while and Manny and partner(please someone remind me)well, they remembered me! It made for an extra special and exciting night seeing Dave and his wife out too.

Ok so this about my conversation with Larry. He's absolutely right almost ALWAYS, I need to read The Game, and I'm all about the chaos. That and modesty ;)

.: Wonderfully Hellish Dancy Dance Weeked :.

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Originally uploaded by ohtoberich.

One of my favorite pictures from this weekend. My busy as hell weekend. Lots of dancing. In many forms. Teaching, performing, and just having outrageously awesome dances.

This is a picture of Brian and Josie. It was taken at a lovely little Blues party that lovely Lady Lydia threw. Well, done par usual. I'm trying to get Brian and Josie to move to Chicago from Omaha. Please email them @: brian@jitterbugs.com Tell them they need to bloody well move here. Grand weekend to catch up with friends I haven't had a chance to talk to in a long, long time.

Busy as hell but soooo worth it.

.: X Sighting :.

There he was. I was just passing a shop window and there he was. I was so sure that he wasn't in the city any longer.

In a place, I knew he would have been in the past. He was there. Now. For a moment.

Same glasses. Same stature. Same quick hands. Same hair. I had introduced him to my hair guy long ago. My hair guy would ask if I'd seen him and try to be sure that we weren't scheduled the same day. Then he stopped asking so I assumed that I'd never see him again. That and I'd factor that I've never seen any of my boyfriends since our break-up. At the most, I would see him, usually by chance, before he moved out of the city or state.

There he was. For a moment. I could have been wrong. It very well could have been someone else entirely. Maybe I just wanted to see him again, so I did.